Confession

I have something to get off my floofy chest.

It's not pretty my friends.

The wee lass was sitting in the chair with her head on the arm rest.

I bounded up the arm rest on route to the window ledge.

Her face got in the way.

She went to her swimming lessons and everyone was asking what happened. They asked if I was a tiger or a bear. I shouldn't feel proud of that. No, I won't feel proud of that.

Did I do it as a protest of our lack of blogging?

no

Did I do it as there was some wild beast outside and I was racing towards the window to protect my family?

no

Did I do it as I was all doped up and crazy on catnip and Valerian?

yes

It was totally an accident. The wee lass said she'll forgive me if there are no scars.

On a brighter note, check out this year's kits.